30 Years after Reincarnation, it turns out to be a Romance Fantasy Novel

...Why was it so easy to imagine what his expression would be right now?

‘It’s probably frozen in place.’

Sure enough.

• "You look scary."

• "I’m under threat. It’s not really a time to smile."

• "That’s true. But, don’t you think you’re being a bit too quick? There might be some misunderstanding."

• "Could be."

• "And still, you don’t hesitate."

• "That’s the funny part."

Despite the words being meant as a joke, Ihan raised his sword with a completely serious expression.

• "With that much killing intent in the air, who’s still worried about misunderstandings?"

It was only the second time he had faced this intense killing intent.

Jittering!

The feeling of such strong killing intent was something he was all too familiar with.

‘It’s different from that spear-wielder, though.’

This thought may sound like an odd logic, but the killing intent of Raq de Duron, the spear wielder, was pure. Even though he had the intention to kill, that aura was like the morning dew—clean, yet heavy. It wasn’t lowly or unpleasant.

But now, it was different.

‘It’s disgusting.’

Rotten water. The smell of decaying corpses.

The intense killing intent leaking from this man’s body was mixed with such things, sending a shiver down Ihan's spine.

Just facing this killing intent made his skin ache. How could this even happen?

• "Changing your image at that age? It can’t be easy."

• "Haha, no matter how old you get, the path of challenge is always open, isn’t it?"

• "That was a foolish question on my part. Your answer is the wise one."

• "I’ve just lived a little longer. Maybe that’s the only wisdom I have."

Even though Iliad maintained his polite tone, those watching could feel the atmosphere was thick, suffocating with tension.

The space was heavy, almost as if it were consumed by an invisible fog, and at any moment, something could happen.

In such an atmosphere...

• "Oh right, I almost forgot. Congratulations."

• "Eh?"

• "Your leg. You’re standing well now."

• "Let’s start by cutting off that leg."

• "Wow, this is terrifying."

• "...I can’t deny it now."

• "Become a Demon."

• Demons instinctively eat people. And they show no resistance to this.

• "I have to kill Father... don’t I, Grandmother?"

• "Why did you come here? You should have just stayed at the family estate, trusting me."

• "Grandmother, you intended to subdue Father, didn’t you...?"

• "I’m sorry."

• "I was so pathetic that things turned out like this..."

• "Yes, when I first found him, he was already halfway demonized, and I had to make a choice. To subdue him, or...?"

• "I chose the former..."

• "I had forgotten that my child was once called the ‘Sword Saint.’"

• "Rather than letting someone else dirty their hands, it’s better for me to dirty my own."

• "Please step aside. If you get involved, nothing will work."

• "Demon? What Demon? How is that even a Demon?"

• "I’m an expert at this."

• "I’ll fight like a bandit or beggar."